There was a man plying the river On a ferry unnamed A joyful life carrying all people From bank to bank But when by night he lights up a candle He prays it from an empty bed "Trembling light, help me find Somebody else" A blushing sun broke through the maple The fog and the rain And lit her face among the crowded Dock of the bay And then he knew, clearer than water She was the woman in his dreams Eyes of green, like the stream Below thy feet "Oh tell me ma'am, how should I call you? So I can give my boat a name" And she spoke, tender, sweet "Natalie" Oh river, let be your will Oh river, let be your will On the ferry with your name Oh, Natalie